I was over at my mom's house when I saw it in the corner of her sewing room.
"Mom," I said, "is that a steamer over there in the corner?"
"Yes, it is. You should use it on your new dining room curtains. It'd steam out those wrinkles in no time."
I felt my face light up. "Can I borrow it?"
She looked at me a little bit suspiciously. "Of course..." she said, letting her voice trail off a little at the end. She knew something was up.
I loaded up the steamer in the back of my Soul, drove home as fast as I could, and got right to work.
A couple of hours later my mom called me. "Is whatever you're really using my steamer for gonna ruin it?" This asked by the woman who gave me a CrockPot in which to boil hinges and loaned me a nut picker set with which to get melted paint out of nooks and crannies. (She took the nut picker set back when she found out what I was using it for, though. Apparently she and my dad got it as a wedding gift almost 56 years ago.)
"Heck, no," I said, not volunteering anything else. She was on to me, though. I knew it.
"What are you using it for?" she asked. Caught.
"I'm steamin' wallpaper off the front parlor walls, " I told her truthfully.
She sighed. "Bring it back when you're done with it," she said just before she hung up.
Thanks for the idea, Karen Anne. It works great.